All good things are three

Sometimes I am almost overwhelmed by how much you can love a child. When the world's most perfect teenager was a baby, I could be overwhelmed with love for him almost daily.

Every time this happened I didn't think I could love him more than I did, but oh how wrong I was. The older he gets the less often it happens. It still happens, although not as often.

I must suffer from "an enlarged heart". How else can I fit in all this love I have for the world's most perfect teenager and the world's most perfect husband?!